Checkmate,
Checkmate,
Checkmate,
Checkmate,
The word echoed in the head of my Father on a loop, and with their presence in his mind, his entire demeanor seemed to change, as the planted thoughts and commands I had left behind years ago triggered.
Looking up from the scattered papers on the ground, my Father smirked, not unlike the one I used against opponents, and glared at Amanda.
"Your house, your money, yours this and that, you OWN NOTHING!" He stated with as much hostility as the woman had been showing moments before, causing her to shrink back as if she had been slapped.
Never before had he raised his voice at her, even during their fights or arguments; my Father stayed passive and almost submissive, as he was raised to never hit or yell at women.
His sudden shift in attitude left Amanda at a loss for words, but it didn’t end there as the plans I had set in motion years ago came into play.
"Nothing is in your name, not the cars, not the house, not a single bill; EVERYTHING IS IN MY NAME!"
"What?? How does that matter, my Lawyer said.." Amanda tried getting in a word but was subsequently cut off.
"Your Lawyer doesn’t know shit; tell me, Amanda, how did you pay for him? Let me guess, you used the diamond ring I gave you, Didn’t you, and that one you have been wearing has a fake rock on it instead of the 20 thousand dollar diamond. You think you are so smart, but now, you are nothing but a foolish gold digger who bounces from one man to the next, sucking them dry like a mosquito, and here you thought you could take me for everything I am; we shall see about that."
To say Amanda was shocked would be an understatement as she glanced down at the ring on her finger and back up to my Father.
"How…how did you know?" She asked in a whisper of fear because all the work she had put into things was collapsing before her very eyes.
"It doesn’t take a genius to outsmart you, Amanda; you think I haven’t noticed the changes in you? It started years ago when you tried to convince me to leave Orlando and move to Key West, that way the houses from then onward would be in both of our names…you’ve been up to something for a long time, and I played the part of a fool who didn’t see it happening."
After saying that part, my Father, who was following the script I planted in his mind, dropped the chocolate and flowers in his arms on the ground and walked over to the table near Amanda.
"What? Did you think I wouldn’t fight back? That I was desperate enough for your love and the love of my children that I would leave MY HOME and surrender, how idiotic of you."
Those were the parts of the script that I needed to hear as I kicked forward with such speed that neither Amanda nor my Father could see me.
I, too, had a part to play in this little scenario, and unnoticed, I slipped a rubber glove over my Father’s right hand as he reached forward and swiped one of the stake knives from Amanda.
"What are you doing? Put that knife down, Lawrence…" Fear… was what Amanda was experiencing as she watched the man she had lived with for the last eight years wielding a knife and then step forward closer to her.
’Sorry, Dad, but this is going to hurt, but all you’ll get is a couple of scars; I need this to be a proven fact if we want her out of the house tonight.’ I thought while watching the two of them from a distance.
Slash slash, Puchi
Three movements later, my Father had two fresh wounds on his dominant left arm and the steak knife buried in his right shoulder.
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"Ahh, you Amanda, why????" My Father yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he wheeled backward and dropped onto the ground, and the instant before he fell, I had moved, stealing the glove off his hand and removing any trace evidence that he was the one who wielded the knife.
Now, the only fingerprints the police would find were Amanda’s, and the scene was set perfectly for a domestic abuse trial. One where the charges would be dropped, as it didn’t serve my agenda to have the woman locked in prison; no, that would be too easy. I just needed a means to control the situation, and by having her abusing him, my Father’s Lawyer could prove that he was better suited to have custody.
More importantly, Amanda would receive NOTHING in the divorce and instead would have to not only pay child support until Brenden and I were 18 but would also lose any parental rights toward us.
"What is going on…why would you do that….AHHH!" Reaching up and tearing at her hair, Amanda went into full meltdown mode, as her tiny brain couldn’t make sense of how things had gone so far out of her control.
Panic was beginning to set in, and before she could do anything to muddy the situation further, three chirping beeps resounded in the kitchen, causing the attention of both Amanda and my injured Father to be drawn to me.
"9-1-1, what’s your emergency."
"H..help, my mommy and daddy are fighting, and mommy just hurt daddy, hes on the floor, and there’s blood."
That’s right; I officially wrote myself into the script. How else was I supposed to control the narrative to get my desired results?
"Ta…taylor….TAYLOR GIVE ME THAT PHONE!" Amanda yelled as she ran for me and swiped the house phone from my hand, immediately ending the call before the Operator could get any further information.
Had she been using her brain, she would have instead spoken to the person on the other side and tried to smooth things out, but nope, I had already intercepted her mind and used a command instead, sealing her fate.
It truly was checkmate, and victory was mine.